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This is the verbal testimony of Dr. Phillip C. Vistrum. I am being held against my will in an underground facility, somewhere near {REDACTED}. I have been asked to relate, in great detail, the events of the last year… the events which culminated in my discovery of the {REDACTED}. This request has come at gunpoint, so I feel obliged to comply.

I can remember, quite clearly, the moment in which I realized that this world is not real. It was a Tuesday evening, just after sunset. My wife, if you can call her that, was sick in bed with a mild flu. She asked me to run to the market to pick up some cookies and a bag of oranges. 

Now, I will tell you this… I’ve seen all the movies, read all the books, hell, I’ve even studied a few mathematical proofs on the topic… simulations within simulations, red pills, dead pixels in the sky… the type of paranoid delusions  that fill the seats in movie theaters and fuel the rantings of over-zealous conspiracy theorists.  Any serious scientist would classify such theories as pure hokum, and that is what I believed too… right up until the moment I saw it, staring me right in the face, and in the frozen food section no less, that is where I realized that {R E D A C T E D}